Open Border ShadowClan I'm just the same as I was // asking about starclan

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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"...I'm just saying," The new warrior mews out to the cats with her as she picks her way along the border. "That I think a code all the clans follow might be helpful... Maybe that cat Owlbark killed wouldn't have died. Or maybe Cicadabuzz wouldn't have been attacked like bug was. Maybe at the very least we would have discovered who did it by now."

It was a rather morbid thought, in a way, but Sealdawn believed there was some truth to it. If they all held themselves to the same kind of standard, surely some sort of peace would come of it? She hoped so at least.

Sealdawn squinted across the scentline, frowning. The last time she'd been through here she had been chased by a coyote- probably the same one that later attacked Fleafire- and had hardly even noticed that she'd trespassed. The cats that had found her had been understanding, back then. But surely now such a circumstance would do nothing but bring unsheathed claws and snarling. She wondered if Swallowpaw or the other cat with her would do so now. She hoped not, at least.

"...Hope we didn't miss them on their own patrol, I just wanted to ask them about the code. ...And this Starclan they mentioned."

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALDAWN

— Shadowclan Warrior
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 14 Moons
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ooc: tagging @Mothbite and @Monsterpaw but there's no need to wait!

 

[Mulberryburst]

Had Mulberryburst known that the cats who called themselves "ShadowClan" did not know of StarClan, he would have made sure to avoid them at all costs. The thought of the clans that reside next to SkyClan not knowing of - or even having their own - the code was already daunting and dangerous in and of itself, but to have a leader that donned the title of -star without the clan even knowing of why the title was given like that? Of who the leaders were with their nine lives given to them by StarClan themselves? Well it would simply be blasphemous, it would prove to him that they were nothing but rogues pretending to be something that had been here once before long ago but they knew nothing of it in reality other than the names of the groups that called themselves clans.

It was lucky for the ShadowClanners then that Mulberryburst did not know of this, and it was even luckier for them that they were not ThunderClan for although he didn't trust any of the others it was ThunderClan that was trusted the least.

Coming across the border within the patrol that he was with, quietly the tree-climbing SkyClanner scaled down the bark of one of the trees, eyes focused on the border and the cats among it, flickering to each of them for but a moment as he tried to register whether or not he knew them, though they were all fresh faces to him. "How can SkyClan help you?" He'd speak, ears pricked as head cocked slightly to the side. He had no authority to decide whether or not they were allowed to join if this was an attempt at doing so - and although he doubted they'd be allowed due to their affiliation with the clan across the border he couldn't blame them for trying to be within the better of the clans - but hopefully there was something that he could do without someone being sent away to get Hawkstar.

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MULBERRYBURST he/him, skyclan 25 moons old.
chocolate x cinnamon mink chimera with low white
mentored by none // mentoring Jaypaw
littermate to Maple
NPC x NPC / father to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite couldn't give less of a damn about the code. In his eyes, it's nothing more than an excuse for Skyclan to do whatever they wants. Their 'code' wasn't Shadowclan's, or that of any forest cat. Still, he follows Sealdawn to the tall pines, guiding Monsterpaw alongside him.

indentttThe sight of Hawthorne's shimmering pelt won't leave his mind. When Hawkstar spoke of 'Starclan', was that what she meant? Dead cats returning to the forest? Mothbite's mind is alight with questions. Did Starclan only show up to scold the living, or did they do other stuff to? Did every cat who died go there?

indenttt"They'll probably show up the second we get to close to the border." White claws reveal themselves beneath black fur. Mothbite isn't looking forward to a fight, but he'll defend Sealdawn and his apprentice if he needs to.

indentttHe's so fixated on looking for Skyclan's patrol that he doesn't notice the cat in the tree until they're climbing down to meet them. When he's asked about it later, Mothbite will emphatically claim that he did not jump out of his fur when he's met face-to-face with Mulberryburst. He certainly didn't squeak like a mouse, either.

indenttt"Damn! Why don't you 'help' by deciding not to sneak up on a cat?"

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Mothbite | 24 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[Maplemouse Maplemouse]

———— Little fly, thy summer's play, my thoughtless hand has brushed away. ✦

While Mulberry leapt from branch to branch, Maple slunk beneath the looming trees, a shadow come to life, tracing their brothers' every movement. Their patrols more often than not were relaxed and uneventful, but as they drew to the border, their remaining good eye narrowed curiously. A bundle of cats, unfamiliar scents, yet looking around aimlessly. A smirk of a smile laced their maw, but before a single step from the undergrowth they could take, Mulberry leapt from their perch to meet the cats.

Now, the yelp from the older tom caught even Maplemouse off guard, but in such a way they had to stifile a snort of laughter. It wasn't polite to snicker at guests, as much as watching the tom berate their brother made them want to laugh in his face. Instead, they composed themself ever so slightly, finally slinking to meet Mulberry with a smile and greeting the strangers with a curt nod.

"You should learn fast to not ignore the branches above if you wish not to be startled by Skyclan, Mousey." Their voice was a rumbling purr, as they inspected the three before them. The loudmouth tom was trying to make himself look more commanding, the young molly looking surprisingly comfortable at the border of the clan and a frankly enormous looking tom, but with eyes wide and nervous, they wondered if he was but an apprentice.

Regardless, the three of them did not smell of any neighbour, not the salty sweetness of Riverclan, nor the malt warmth of Windclan. A flick of chance if they were Thunder or Shadow, and dependent on that alone, would mean whether the siblings would need to unsheath their claws upon these strangers.

"But instead of hostility, tell us your task, what you seek from us." The chocolate mink sat on their haunches, relaxed all things considered, casting their glance to the molly, as it seemed the older tom was still winding down from his "terrifying" encounter with their brother. "While Mulberryburst and I are less inclined to a fight, if you do not state your purpose, our clanmates are less forgiving to trespassers." It was blunt, yes, but necessary. Dawdling would mean danger for any one of them, and frankly, Maplemouse didn't want to waste time cleaning blood out of their fur.

————— Am I not a fly like thee?

Or art thou not a man like me? —————

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  Maplemouse
  ✦—Skyclan warrior | 25 moons
  ✦—They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A scrappy, chocolate mink with an overbite and green eyes.
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